The Ocean at the End of the Lane Quotes

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But there was a kitten on my pillow, and it was purring in my face and vibrating gently with every purr, and, very soon, I slept.

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The ball of dark fur pressed itself into my chest, and I wished she was my kitten, and knew that she was not.

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A story only matters, I suspect, to the extent that the people in the story change.

The Ocean at the End of the Lane

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that ma...

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I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled.

The Ocean at the End of the Lane

I do to miss my childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in simple things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not away from things, or people or moments that hurt, but I found joy in the things that ma...

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I wondered if that was true: if they were all really children wrapped up in adult bodies, like children's books hidden in the middle of dull, long adult books, the kind with no pictures or conversations.

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I'm going to tell you something important. Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they're big and thoughtless and they always know what they're doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they w...

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I thought about adults. I wondered if that was true: if they were all really children wrapped in adult bodies, like children’s books hidden in the middle of dull, long adult books, the kind with no pictures or conversations.

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I wanted to shout down to him, to warn him that he was giving flowers to a monster, but I did not.

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I thought I was looking at a building at first: that it was some kind of tent, as high as a country church, made of grey and pink canvas that flapped in the gusts of storm wind, in that orange sky: a lopsided canvas structure aged by weather and ripp...

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Does it make you feel big to make a little boy cry?

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I woke myself in the darkness, and I knew only that a dream had scared me so badly that I had to wake up or die, and yet, try as I might, I could not remember what I had dreamed. The dream was haunting me: standing behind me, present and yet invisibl...

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As we age, we become our parents; live long enough and we see faces repeat in time.

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Small children believe themselves to be gods, or some of them do, and they can only be satisfied when the rest of the world goes along with their way of seeing things.

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Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some of them are things people are scared of. Some of them are things that look like things people used to be scared of a long time ago. Sometimes monsters are things people should be scared of, but they aren't.

The Ocean at the End of the Lane